RE: The Magus, by John Fowles, p.287
Discussion point (for those who want to read along):
It seems there must be a threshold, partially determined of course by individual personality, but on the grander scale as more of a general threshold amongst the human species, of mystery. That is, how much mystery is necessary for our sense of the grand illusion?
In other words, it seems that we naturally seek mystery and intrigue almost as a pillow for our heads which are filled with the largest mysteries of identity, self, universal purpose, etc – the grand human condition – and a day-to-day sense of mystery seems needed to functionally appease those urges inside our heads.
On the other hand, too much mystery will obviously leave a person feeling completely ungrounded, gravity-less, with no footing with which to walk and proceed in one’s life and thus the fear will enter and cloud your head of those mysteries – the fear of not having any control at all.
This, it seems, is a very fundamental balancing act every member of humanity plays at all times, whether we realize it or not.
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